Grey-some1 min 147 1 min 147
Name it -The Fall;
When your incessant gaze is still locked at my flight
And I wonder why a shooting star is often looked at!
May be it is thy merry in I,
- I, fading away!
The clouds shall rain no more
As I fall today with their laments devoured
But seldom the water; I am the downpour of a pale hue,
I shall not bring you the rain.
When I may touch a destiny found,
I'd shatter in solid grey...
And if you hold these pieces abandoned from each other,
I'd still make the star!
-Fallen, gloomy, and grey-some;
But now, you'd barely wish a gaze.